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FrankenBoi
I blinked several times trying to clear the blurred images before me. My head was pounding and I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping down my face. All my strength seemed to have been drained away as I struggled to raise my head. My arms screamed in pain as they held the weight of my body chained against a stone wall. Gradually, my eyes were able to make out my dimly lit surroundings. I was in a room made of large stone blocks. No windows, but light shown from a single small bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. The floor was a raw concrete with large stains centered on a drain in the middle. I assumed I was in a basement or cellar.
With my mind clearing, I was able to stand on my feet relieving the pressure on my arms. The cold stone wall sent shivers down my spine as my bare back rested against it. It suddenly dawned on me that my abductor had stripped me of my clothes. I was naked. Flashes of old slasher films flooded my brain as I tried not to panic. "Was some serial killer going to make me his night time entertainment?" I thought to myself. Everyone always warned me about walking home so late after work hours. It would seem I was too late in heeding their warning.
As I stood spread eagle in chains contemplating my fate, the large wood door from across the room began to open. An older gentleman in a white lab coat approached me. Smears of dried blood gruesomely accented the white cotton renewing my fears. He paused some ten feet from my face. His eyes were dead cold and I could see anger in his face. I was expecting him to strike me as he raised his hand. Instead, he merely pointed at me saying "You see! I brought you something to play with. Now get in here!" The man was speaking towards the door. His voice angry and impatient. "Come on, come on. I've got other things to do besides messing with you."
The door opened wider as a big dark hand pushed from behind. A large form filled the doorway bending down as it entered to clear the frame. "Get over here you sorry excuse for an experiment!" The large form walked awkwardly towards us. His size was alarming. He stood easily seven foot tall. He was clad in a black T-shirt and cargo shorts which strained at the seams. The visible parts of his body showed large jagged scars with patches of discolored skin. "This thing was stitched together from other bodies" I said to myself. I stared at the floor not wanting to gaze at the face of this hideous monster. "You see. I found you someone to play with" the older man said. "Now, I expect you to stay in your room and quit trying to escape." A voice, soft and child-like, whispered, "Is he all mine?" "Yes, yes. Do what you like, but remember to clean up the mess!"
The older man left slamming the door behind him. I heard the screech of a heavy metal bolt locking the door. For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the heavy labored breathing from the thing across from me. As the minutes past, curiosity got the better of me. I raised my eyes to look upon my obvious killer. As they rose, I saw the enormity of the body in front of me. His legs were as large as stone pillars. The green shorts bulged from the massive muscles underneath. A broad chest, the size of the door, was ripping the thin cotton of an old T-shirt. My eyes eventually rested upon his face. I was preparing a scream in anticipation, but there was no need. He showed the face of a young boy with an almost angelic glow. With the exception of a large scar around his neck and across his forehead, his face was perfect. I let out a small chuckle and the boy responded by cracking a smile. His pearly white teeth
were a far cry from the green fangs of my imagination. He had one dark and one light blue eye portraying a soulful and kind person within this huge form.
"I'm Peter" the boy said running his huge hand through his matted blond hair. "I'm Gary" I stammered. The boy reached up unlocking the shackles that held my arms. Once released, my arms dangled at my sides useless appendages. "You need to rest" the boy said. "Lie down." My body wouldn't move and before I could speak, his massive arms picked me up by my waist. He walked effortlessly towards a large slab carrying me like a carcass of beef. He laid me gently on the bed contradicting the monster that I thought he was. "You're very pretty" he said looking me up and down. "Thanks" I said uncomfortably. His hand touched my shoulder starting a slow caress that moved down my chest. His fingers were soft but icy cold. They stopped spending a lot of time tracing the definition of my ripped abs. Fear was still filling my mind as I looked at this giant leaning over me. His arms were larger than anything I'd seen before. The muscles
bulging from his biceps were ripping the sleeves of his well worn t-shirt.
After exploring every inch of my stomach, his hand moved down towards my groin. His big finger traced the length of my soft uncut member. My cock instinctively responded to his cool soft touch growing down my leg. Then his fingers came up behind my balls rolling them between his digits. "Do you like me?" he asked staring at my cock. My dick was well on its way to its familiar hard 8 inches. "Well Peter, I don't even know you" I said quietly. "I'm a prisoner here so I guess 'like' isn't on my mind." His face turned towards mine. He had a solemn look. "I'm a prisoner here too." He stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. I felt sorrow and compassion for the huge boy. Yes, I was abducted, but he was also a victim of the evil going on here.
I managed to sit up slowly moving my legs to the side of the bed. "I guess you and I have something in common then" I said half-heartily. The boy turned showing that entrancing smile of his. He walked closer stopping in the middle of the room just before the light. The angle providing the best illumination of my cell mate. He lowered his head asking "Are you frightened of me?" His eyes came up to meet mine. "I was scared at first" I said being honest. "You look pretty menacing. But since we've talked, I don't believe you would hurt me." The boy smiled once again. "I didn't turn out so good the doc said. But you can look anyways."
The boy pulled at the t-shirt ripping it even more as it stretched over his head. The buttons popped from his cargo shorts already straining as his hand pulled them off. He stood there fully naked with his hands on his hips. Large uncaring stitches scared his body as parts of flesh were merged to make his 7 foot frame. His skin varied from black to white with a majority melding into a light brown. Despite the haphazard array of skin, it had the sheen of good health and the soft suppleness of youth. His large form was completely hairless expect for the unwieldy mop on top of his head exposing the definition of every muscle throughout his body. And there was a lot of muscle. The boy could easily substitute for Atlas if need be. As I looked him over, my eyes became transfixed on the huge appendage between his legs. True to the rest of his form, the boy's soft cock was hanging a good ten inches. It swung slowly from side to side as
Peter breathed. My gaze was suddenly broken from the magnificent sight as the boy turned. Now showing his backside, his appearance was just as marvelous. His broad back and massive quads could easily carry several men to safety if needs be. The thick round curves which sculpted his butt made my dick grow to full hardness. I could just image the powerful thrusts Peter could provide with that magnificent powerful ass.
The boy turned towards me once again. He could see my straining erection as my cock filled with desire for this made-man. "Well, I guess I don't look too hideous to you" he said with happiness in his voice. "You're definitely built like a brick shit house" I said openly. Peter walked in front of me placing his hand on my head saying "I was definitely built." He stroked my hair causing his massive staff to sway before my face. I leaned in touching the phallus with the tip of my tongue. His dick was as cold as his fingers. I raised my hand cupping the tennis balls the boy used for nuts. They were cold and heavy in my hand too. My attention seemed to have motivated his libido. His long thick cock began to grow into a massive python. If I wasn't scared before, I was becoming frightened now. The huge head forced its way past the ample foreskin which hid its size. His staff was standing straight from his body fully erect and I was
amazed that a cock the size of my forearm and 15 inches long could remain perpendicular to the floor.
Peter's hand urged my head towards his prize. I offered little resistance wanting more than ever to taste his monster dick. I released his balls grabbing his staff firmly. My fingers couldn't touch as I held his fuck hose to my lips. I licked the tip of his deep red head causing the boy to whimper. I could taste honey as Peter's precum began to flow from the end of that massive head. Everything about this monster was sweet. I found myself oddly attracted to him not just for the he-man like body, but for the innocent sole that inhabited it.
The boy was growing impatient moving my head further down his long thick cock. My mouth stretch obscenely trying to accommodate the massive gird of Peter. I was sucking his cock with a desire that surprised me. I wanted his thickness deep in my throat but try as I might; I could only manage about half his massive snake. Though I was disappointed with my efforts, Peter was not. He was moaning loudly sliding his magnificent organ in and out of my face. "I forgot how good this feels!" he said with animalistic lust. "Suck me, Gary. Suck my fucking cock. Ah yeah, that's it. Fuck!" With Peter pumping his dick between my lips, I moved my hand back to his bouncing balls. I grabbed them hard pulling down on the large sac and squeezing them in time to his forceful thrusts. "Oh fuck yeah, Gary! Dude, I'm going to blow my load! Ah FUCK!!!" Peter used both hands to impale my head on his long thick pike. He shot hot thick cum
deep down my throat. He filled my mouth quicker than I could swallow his offering. I was pleasantly surprised that his sweet white stuff was warm unlike his cool outsides. It made his substantial offering much more human to me.
As the last heavy orgasms of Peter's dick throbbed in my throat, I slowly slid my lips from to the wide flared head. I teasingly sucked and licked as his after orgasm sensitivity grew and he finally pushed me away. "Dude that was the best thing I've felt in a long, long time." I rubbed his still hard cock across my face saying "We aren't done yet frankenboi!" I climbed up the bed waving my nice white bubble butt in Peter's face. His monstrous hands each grabbed a cheek as his tongue dove deep into my hole. I shuttered as the coldness of his mouth hit my warm soft pucker. But was the boy continued to lick my ass, the friction seemed to lighten the coolness of his touch.
Peter tongued me for almost a half-hour. I was lost in ecstasy as his tongue masterfully massaged my outer ring. Pools of monster saliva saturated both the inside and outside of my tight skillful ass. I awoke from my erotic cloud as I felt the huge flared head of Peter's cock touching my soft tight hole. He spit several times on his long hard shaft letting it drip down to the end where my hole anxiously awaiting. "Are you ready Gary?" Peter asked with excitement. "Just go slow with that monster of yours." He laughed for the first time. The boyish humor finally making him completely human to me. The laughter ceased as Peter forced the huge wide head of his dick past my tight pucker. "Holy fuck!" I yelled. Peter replied "I'm sorry" and started to pull back out. I grabbed his rock hard ass saying "I'm alright. Just give me a minute."
Once my ass came to terms with how far it would need to stretch, I pushed Peter's butt toward my own signaling the go ahead. Peter continued to shove his cock deep into my hole. He was slow and careful spitting on to my tight pink entrance. After what seemed like forever, I could feel the coolness of Peter's body against my firm round butt. He stayed motionless letting me get used to the large tree trunk filling my hot tight ass. His large clumsy hand caressed my back with amazing love and kindness. An odd sensation and one that my previous fuck sessions had ever offered to me. It was strange but I was having a greater emotional connection with this monster than with the scores of human partners during my life. Once my butt had fully assimilated to accommodate Peter's horse cock, I turned to him saying "Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me hard!" That all too familiar smile spread across his boyish face as he pulled most of his dick from my hole. With the anticipation of a gun going off, the boy rammed his dick hard and deep into my gut. His forceful pace was slow at first like a steam locomotive starting up. But in no time, he was pistoning in and out like his throttle was wide open. "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Oh, dude. Your ass is so fucking tight! I feel it stretch with every fucking stroke of my dick!"
Peter pounded my ass for a long while. I could feel the size of his cock grow thicker and thicker. While he fucked me, Peter grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me from the bed. My body was now suspended over the floor as he moved my torso up and down his shaft. My dick exploded sending thick ropes of cum across the floor. It looked like some bizarre sex painting as streams of cum spatter across each other on the cement. My dick seemed to be in a perpetual orgasm that I thought would never end. I was out of breath and my body so tense I thought it would snap. Before my climax could end, Peter blasted his hot thick semen deep into my hole. "Fuck that's good! Fuck that's so good!!!" Peter yelled as he slammed his cock hard into my bowels. The experience was surreal as he held me in mind air pumping monster cum into my stretched fuck shute. Peter was stuck in a loop shoving his cock deeper with every thrust while repeating
"Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah fuck..." As Peter's words trailed off, so finally did his orgasm. The earthquake throbs of his massive organ were down to mere aftershocks.
As I began to recover from the most intense fuck session I'd ever had, the door to the room suddenly flew open. "Oh good, you're finished playing" the old doctor said. "Now get rid of him! We have work to do." "Ah, can't I play one more time?" Peter asked as if a small child. "No, your need for sex has caused enough delays in my work. Now, finish up and don't forget your clothes." "Yes sir" Peter replied. Still holding me above the floor with his big thick horse cock buried deep in my ass, Peter moved a hand up to my throat. "I'm sorry, Gary. But I can't play anymore." His hand began to squeeze my throat cutting off my air. "You have to go now" Peter said still pumping his cock in and out of my fuck hole. "But you were the best playmate yet!" he said giggling. At that moment, I realized just how much Peter was a monster and our time, my time was over.